***MaxI can't wait any longer, I missed her and need her. Every man in this bar is looking at her, and I can't stand it. I come across a door in the back and try the handle. It's open. Pulling Rae in front of me I shove her in before looking back and forth to make sure nobody sees us. Turning around, Rae jumps in my arms, her mouth on mine. The taste of beer takes over my mouth, the smell of her intoxicating on its own. I push her against a shelf full of alcohol. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I kiss her chest. Feeling her sweaty warm skin beneath my lips, my fingers dig into her ass cheeks. My dick strains against my pants wanting to be reunited with Rae now.Her hands cup my cheeks, her teeth nipping my tongue before taking my world hostage with one kiss. A growl vibrates through my chest. When I'm with Rae it's like our bodies talk their own language. My hands have a mind of their own, feeling and touching her all over. Her thighs thick and firm, her stomach tight and sex
"You guys have the whole club looking for you," she informs. "What did you do?" she giggles, looking between us both. I glance at Max who is looking at me with a serious face. "Anyways, I'm calling a cab home, you coming?" "Get in, you're not calling a cab. I'll take you home," Max's voice is hard, and sexy. "Okay," Quinn responds, no fight in her voice. She opens the back door, and climbs in. Reluctantly I climb off his lap and over to my side of the truck, but he refuses to let go of my hand. His fingers interlocking between mine he makes it clear he's not letting go.My palm is sweaty, my fingers aching from his large palm taking mine captive but I wouldn't let go if I had to.We drive in silence to my place. Every now and then Max looks at me with an unreadable look. The tension in the truck so thick I can feel it on my shoulders.He pulls up to our place and Quinn gets out. "Thanks for the ride," she says before heading to our door, leaving us alone for a minute.
"Oh, by the way, I need you to cover my shift for the week," I inform Quinn, almost forgetting to tell her. Her head whips my way in a state of alarm before her eyes narrow in on me."Girl," she points at me. "You owe me!"In my room I go through my things deciding what to pack for the week. I hope they have a washer because I don't know that I have enough decent clothes for an entire week. I rummage through my drawers and find some light pink lacy lingerie, and of course bright green. I grab both, shoving them in a suitcase Quinn let me borrow. After packing I shower, making sure to shave everywhere. My heart is beating harder with every passing hour knowing Max will be here tomorrow to pick me up and whisk me away.***MaxPulling up to Rae's house I turn the truck off and sit there. My hands gripping the steering wheel. This is as fucking real as it gets and I'm terrified. But the way I feel when I'm around Rae makes me fearless, she sets my soul on fire and my pursuit for
I began to sweat, the reality of what I got myself into weighing heavy."Here we are," Max mutters under his breath. He's leaning over looking out the windshield. "It's beautiful," I whisper. It's very romantic and simple. He looks my way, his eyes narrowing."Don't be nervous, you'll do great.""I'm not nervous," I lie. He scoffs, and I eye him."I know you, and you're nervous. Look, just stay away from Uncle Bernie, he's handsy. Grandma Agatha is brutally honest so I would keep away from her if your feelings are easily hurt," he informs, giving me tips to survive his family for the week.I nod, looking out the window. I know he's trying to help, but I'll never remember those people."Other than that, I'm not sure who all is coming. There's over one hundred people invited," he continues. I think I just threw up in my mouth; that is a lot of people. I hate weddings. Why am I here? Why am I doing this to myself? The questions assault me like nunchucks to the heart.
Rae sits on the couch, her fingers trailing through her hair frantically."Fuck him, you'll be fine," I finally address the elephant in the room. Her brown eyes cut to mine, a true smile pulling at her plush lips. I step over to her, and kneel. Grabbing her chin, I force her head up, if I have to tear the confidence out of her I will."You have me by your side, and if he comes near you I will drop that motherfucker," I continue, and she laughs, her eyes watering."I'm fine. It's just... a shock is all," she admits, her forehead wrinkled as she tries to make sense of it all. "I get that," I whisper, taking her fingers in mine. She looks down at them and the way her body swells with my touch makes me want to lay her out and fuck her torment right out of her. But I'm not a prick, I know right now is not the time."I'm going to use the bathroom," she informs, standing. She makes her way into the small room, her ass swaying as she does so.Falling back on the couch, I groan.
"You know, you're not what I expected," she says with a tone that catches my attention. "Oh yeah?" I reply."Yeah, Max normally goes after girls who look, well, like me," she shrugs, her long fake lashes reach her brows. My mouth gapes open, my eyes widening at her statement. "Well, I guess he just got tired of the same old thing," I clip and that fake smile she was blasting across her tanned face falls."Excuse me?" she gasps."Renee, I could use your help in the kitchen, dear," Becca suddenly interrupts, taking her by the arm.Renee looks over her shoulder, her bitch face firmly in place.Macy walks up to me, watching her mom escort Renee out of the room. "Don't mind her, she's had a thing for Max since we were kids," she informs. "She's been trying to become a doctor for a while now, so to hear how you're a doctor and Max's girlfriend I'm sure she's just jealous." "Doctor?" I ask, confused why she thinks I'm a doctor. She glances at me. "Yeah, Mom said you were
***MaxI didn't get to the room until late last night and Rae was already asleep. I thought about what I wanted to say to her the whole time I was helping my mom and sister with setting chairs and tables. Then they got into an argument about placement. I just sat back and drank a beer until they figured it out.I was going to tell Rae yesterday I wanted the next step in whatever the hell we were doing. At least I think I was until Uncle Henry came knocking on the damn door.Maybe I should tell her this morning?"Is this okay?" Rae asks, twirling in a light white sundress. "Babe, it's just breakfast," I remind her. I don't know why she's so freaked out having breakfast with everyone. Nobody is even going to pay attention to us."I know it is, but I want to look nice," she mutters, slipping on some brown wedges. I stand up and walk over to her. Grabbing her by the waist I twirl the lock of hair that escaped her messy ponytail. "You've been in that bathroom for fifte
"Can we talk?" Jacob asks, just above my shoulder.I look at Max who has an unreadable expression on his face."Sure," I growl, throwing my napkin on the plate.Max grabs my wrist halting me."You don't have anything sharp on you, do you?"I look at him confused before realizing he's nervous I might commit murder."Not that I would judge you, but you know... it's my sister's wedding," he winks, and I silently laugh.Just outside the dining room I come face to face with Jacob. He's staring at me with wide eyes, and my hands are balled into fists. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone much softer than what I'm feeling inside. I'm angry, and hurt. Things I wanted to say to his face after our wedding on the tip of my tongue. Things I wanted to do to him raging in the palm of my hands.He turns, his hands running through his hair frustrated."Are you with Max?" he finally asks, turning to face me once again."Yes I am! So what?" I yell, not caring if everyone hears me
A blazing heat licks across my cheek. I rub the ache, eyeing her wildly. "That is for breaking her heart!" She crosses her arms. "What's left of it anyway."I nod in knowing, and walk out. Getting in my truck I head toward the old carnival. I haven't been back since the day I found out that baby wasn't mine.Twenty minutes later I pull onto the dirt road, the trees more overgrown since the last time I was here. There's spider webs and birds everywhere as I slowly travel down it. I pray she is here. I need to see her to explain how I messed up.I spot Quinn's silver car and my heart skips a beat in relief. I found her.I put the truck in park before I come to a complete stop and get out. Looking across the rides I find her sitting in a scrambler bucket looking out at the lake. She's wearing the dress I got her and she looks fucking beautiful. I stop, taking the image in and programming it to memory. The vines are laced up the poles in a vast of greenery. The bucket she's s
He falls to the ground, crying like a little bitch baby. Clawing at his eyes that are now puffy and red. Snot pours from his nose, mixing with the slobber bubbling from his mouth.I keep hitting him with the purse, over and over. The damn thing feeling like a brick rather than a purse. What the hell does she keep in here?"Okay! Okay!" Quinn grabs at my arms, causing my assault on Jacob to come to a halt.I point at him, unshed tears filling the brim of my eyes."You have taken enough away from me. Away from Max," I cry. He just had to tell me about Max, and he did it with a shit eating grin. "If I see you again, I'll spray that pepper spray up your ass." I threaten out of breath, handing Quinn her purse.Taking a step back, I grab my suitcase and follow Quinn back to her car. "I feel like teenagers all over again," she laughs as I throw my shit in the back and get in.Resting my head on my hand I give a smirk and slump back into the seat, not seeing the humor in any of
***Max"You've got to be kidding?" I glare at Mom. I came to her in hopes there was another cabin, but there isn't."I'm not, it's the only bed available," she clips, not happy with me either. I sigh. I'm not sharing a room with Jacob. I'll kill him."I'll sleep in my fucking truck," I growl. "Just give the boy a key to his cabin, Becca," my dad sides with me, and Mom turns her head so fast it looks near exorcist."No, he got himself into this mess he can lay in his bed." She glances at me. "Or his truck, whatever he chooses." She places her hand on her hip and eyes me with disappointed eyes. "I mean really Max, what were you thinking setting that poor girl up?" her voice rises.I shake my head. "I was thinking about shutting you the hell up and out of my business, but that was before I got to know Rae." She gasps, clutching her chest. "I care for Rae, I care for her so much it makes everything else seem insignificant in comparison," I mutter, the hurt in my voice not
***MaxI watch her disappear into the night, her black dress swaying around her legs from the light wind.Jacob groans, and I look down at him. The piece of shit. He did all of this on purpose, to hurt me and Rae. I step over him, grab him by the shirt and jerk my fist back."MAX!" Macy cries behind me. A growl vibrates my chest, my knuckles turning white from the grip I have on him."Let him go son, he's not worth it." Agatha appears to my left. Breaking my focus from Jacob. "Go find her," she encourages.I shove Jacob to the ground, my chest rising and falling with the anger pulsing through me.I never should have let this get this far. I love Rae, and it took me losing her for me to really see it. This unbearable burn in my chest overtakes anything I've ever felt. Including when Marissa screwed around with Jacob.Looking up, everyone is watching, feeding off the drama. Looking at Macy I silently apologize and run after Rae.I should have told Rae in the c
He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse.The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go.Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks. "Oh no, your father is drinking again," Becca whines to Max. We look at the bar and find Mark fisting a tumbler of amber liquid. Max looks down at me and sighs. "When my dad drinks... he thinks he's God's gift to women," he informs and I laugh. "I'll be back." Max kisses my cheek and accompanies his mother to the bar."Would you reject a man asking for a dance?" My head snaps to the side finding Jacob looking at me sheepishly. "Are you serious?" I raise a brow. "Unbelievable," I mutter. Walking off the dance floor, my arm is suddenly jerked making me come to a complete stop."
"I won't," I reply, my eyes narrowed. I'm not sure what her words mean entirely but they sit heavy on my chest. "Agatha!" We both turn at the voice, finding Mark and Becca looking at us. "Are you smoking?" Becca looks at her puzzled. Agatha looks down and throws them at me."What, no? These are Rae's she was trying to get me to smoke one," she lies, and they both look at me.My mouth falls open, my heart beating in panic."Come on, let's get you cleaned up, Mom." Mark pats her back. "The rehearsal dinner is in a few minutes."Becca looks over her shoulder, eyeing the cigarettes.I just sigh, and take a drag off my own.What else am I to do?I do my hair and get dressed in one of my dresses. I want to wear the one Max got me, but I will wear it tomorrow to the actual wedding. Going through my suitcase I find a black strappy dress and match it with my black heels. I apply some light makeup and then some gloss. "You look great," Max compliments. I turn with a bashful
"Really, son?" Becca asks, unamused. Max's jaw is clenched tight, his hard stare not giving anything away. Macy opens her mouth to say something but quickly turns on her heel and heads back into the dining room.Becca looks at me with a tightlipped smile, as she elegantly flicks her bangs out of her eyes."Are you two ready to have breakfast now?" Becca questions, before turning away. "I see why you like her, son," she rambles off over her shoulder, winking at me before she jerks the dining room door open and disappears inside."You do have a nice ass," Max shrugs, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.***Breakfast is awkward, and quiet. The only thing you can hear are the sound of forks scraping plates, and everyone is staring at me like I should be wearing a scarlet letter on my shoulder. After what Becca and Macy just witnessed, it's probably accurate. Afterwards we return back to our cabin were Max proceeds to screw me within an inch of my life
"Can we talk?" Jacob asks, just above my shoulder.I look at Max who has an unreadable expression on his face."Sure," I growl, throwing my napkin on the plate.Max grabs my wrist halting me."You don't have anything sharp on you, do you?"I look at him confused before realizing he's nervous I might commit murder."Not that I would judge you, but you know... it's my sister's wedding," he winks, and I silently laugh.Just outside the dining room I come face to face with Jacob. He's staring at me with wide eyes, and my hands are balled into fists. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone much softer than what I'm feeling inside. I'm angry, and hurt. Things I wanted to say to his face after our wedding on the tip of my tongue. Things I wanted to do to him raging in the palm of my hands.He turns, his hands running through his hair frustrated."Are you with Max?" he finally asks, turning to face me once again."Yes I am! So what?" I yell, not caring if everyone hears me
***MaxI didn't get to the room until late last night and Rae was already asleep. I thought about what I wanted to say to her the whole time I was helping my mom and sister with setting chairs and tables. Then they got into an argument about placement. I just sat back and drank a beer until they figured it out.I was going to tell Rae yesterday I wanted the next step in whatever the hell we were doing. At least I think I was until Uncle Henry came knocking on the damn door.Maybe I should tell her this morning?"Is this okay?" Rae asks, twirling in a light white sundress. "Babe, it's just breakfast," I remind her. I don't know why she's so freaked out having breakfast with everyone. Nobody is even going to pay attention to us."I know it is, but I want to look nice," she mutters, slipping on some brown wedges. I stand up and walk over to her. Grabbing her by the waist I twirl the lock of hair that escaped her messy ponytail. "You've been in that bathroom for fifte